When the gay sun sirst breaks the shades os Night, And strikes the distant eastern hills with light, Colour returns, the plains their livery wear, And a bright verdure clothes the smiling year; The blooming stow'rs with opening beauties glow, And grazing flocks their milky fleeces show; The barren clists with chalky sronts arise, And a pure azure arches o'er the skies. But when the gloomy reign os Night returns, Stript os her sading pride, all Nature mourns: